Treasure
Void
Joyful people bowed and cheered as Bran led his new bride down the aisle and back into the castle. He didn't smile, but he wasn't frowning, either. After so many dark nights, it was good to see his people so happy once more, and Kezia's hand in his felt... nice. He led her to the ballroom while people hurried ahead of them, the servants laying out a carpet of petals. They smiled, bowing excitedly. One young fellow - no more than perhaps fourteen - bowed so enthusiastically he fell over, his wings flopping awkwardly. Bran stopped and waited patiently for him to sort himself out, only giving him a slight nod of amusement as the red-faced boy scurried out of the way.
Bran led Kezia up to the bride and groom's table and pulled out her chair for her before sitting, himself. Only now did his cloak move, revealing itself not to be a leather cloak at all, but in fact two bat-like wings. He held them out while he sat then delicately folded them over his shoulders once more, the single claw on each wing joint comfortably hooking once more.
The reception was much smaller than the wedding party, and servants hurried to bring food and drink to the king and queen. Music already rang through the halls as laughter soared.
Bran led Kezia up to the bride and groom's table and pulled out her chair for her before sitting, himself. Only now did his cloak move, revealing itself not to be a leather cloak at all, but in fact two bat-like wings. He held them out while he sat then delicately folded them over his shoulders once more, the single claw on each wing joint comfortably hooking once more.
The reception was much smaller than the wedding party, and servants hurried to bring food and drink to the king and queen. Music already rang through the halls as laughter soared.